forum Calling @RainyDayArtist

Started November 28, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I'm 205, I was here when the A.S.I was founded on 1915…" she said it like it wasn't nothing

"What the hell!? You look like your 30!" He exclaimed dumbfounded.

"I had a good necromamcer" she says almost smiling

"I just- like how?!" He said rubbing his face.

"Long story short, the people from my village didn't like me, I was shot multiple times andna friend of my husband was a necromancer who did the job." She paused "But I do look older than expected, I was on my 20s when I died…"

He just sat in silence trying to process all this.

"Anyways, what about you, I spoke, now's your turn…"

"What's there to talk about? I'm a depressed teenager who's had to run from the whole US Military for 10-15 years."

"Now that's bad… You guys deserve more care that what the older generations give you…"

"Yeah- me and my sister went through it all. Now that my kind is able to live without having to check over their shoulder she went off with some guy and is living with him. I haven't talked with her in months."

"People fear what they don't understand, you probably already hear that… They call us freaks, monsters, anomallies and what not, humam kind is… messed up, to say the least…"

"Yeah my….friend…was called insane and was also chased and hunted down because of what she was. But she also managed to kill multiple people. So it made a bit more sense people were after her." He shrugged a bit. "She's a sweet girl, but I'd be the first- no honestly she would- be the first to tell you she's completely insane."

"Insanity is what creates genious and legends, I seen it back in my day…" she laughs, the kind of laugh you get with a good memory

He looked at her letting a smile rest on his firm lips. "She is a legend. That's for sure."

"Reminds me of someone I met a long time ago…" she keps smiling

Autist looked back at the road. "Someone special?"

"Grigory… My husband, rest in peace…"

He gave a gentle nod. "When did he move on?"

"Technically, 1842, but he was thd same as I, the spell broke in the 1943…"

"That's too bad. How can you tell the spell is wearing off?"

"You can't, it breaks if there's any damage that can't be repared my magic, too many shots… very little skin or flesh…"

He nodded. "So do you just die one day?"

"If my body can repair itself… So far I survived, even decapitation but… who knows, one day it might be the last…" she sighs "Necromancy is weird…"

"It sure sounds weird." He chuckled a bit.

"Yes, yes it it…" she also chuckles, "Would you look at that, we are here…" in front of them a big sign that read Shroom park